Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Oneida,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.